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20th anniversay issue #4
JAN OSKAR HANSEN : Debris
JAN OSKAR HANSEN : Texas

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JAN OSKAR HANSEN
Debris

There was a time when I was a seaman travelled with a cardboard suitcase and my best shoes wrapped in newspaper. I always wore khaki mainly because people would think I was an American, back then I thought it a great country; still great but But her leaders look like nine to five clerks. I have read many books but mostly cheep pot boilers. Due to my shyness spent most time in my cabin and left my ship when there was no more to read. I did developed a fondness for Hemingway he never overwrote is books. But for me reading had its hidden hazard as I tended to become the person I read about. I once read a report about me it said I was grumpy drank too much - I must have been reading Hemingway at the time and had no social skills and never mixed with others. I was a lousy seaman and only enjoyed going ashore places I had read about and had an historical meaning I could connect with. Well all this is in the past I was not to know I was ill and introversion is a burden.

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JAN OSKAR HANSEN
Texas

An explosion in the engine room and the ship needed urgent repair in Houston ; I rented a car...a Buick I think a big box like monster that skidded on slightest wet surface. Mind I could only drive the car on my afternoon break. Sundays was my day I started early took the whole off as a chief steward I could do that leaving the cook to sort and he was free to drink beer without me scolding him. I stopped at a stud farm rented a horse, pretended I was a cowboy, till got saddle sore, which I never got back at the farm Norway when I rode bare back. A tee bone steak with backed potatoes life was perfect but I left early feared to get lost, Texas is a very dark place after sundown. Back on the ship the captain told me to stay on board on Sundays that he was the captain and not me. I should have invited him on the trip too, but I preferred to be alone.

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